( she sighs, no where near as tired or emotionally fraught as either of the two of them, but feeling the strain as any close working collegue would. roxy takes a rather dainty sip of her severely watered down coffee and blanches as it burns her tongue.
oh, she whimpers briefly, and snuffs a little,going back to using her mug as a handwarmer until it cooled down further. )
I'm not worried about him, sir, ( roxy feels the need to clarify first and foremost — before trying to be casual about undermining her supposed lack of worry. ) But I don't think it would hurt to have that reiterated to him sometime. When he would remember it. It might save us all impromptu breakfasts like this in the future...
[Merlin is still eating his breakfast, and takes advantage of that fact to keep from having to actually talk about his feelings. It's so convenient, breakfast. Allows him to focus on his cereal and not the girl sitting across from him, burning her tongue on her coffee and making quiet, wounded noises under her breath.
Merlin has developed something of a callus in his throat over the past year from drinking far too much coffee, far too hot, and so it doesn't seem to bother him at all.]
Not that I don't appreciate your company, [he says when she finishes, giving her a look that makes it quite clear he doesn't believe her at all when she protests that she's not worried about her friend.] But I think it would be easier for all of us if it didn't come with...everything else.
I'll talk to him. [The prospect doesn't seem to thrill him, but then again, she should know by now that Merlin is not so great with talking about his feelings, and the idea of sitting a clearly distraught Eggsy down and trying to tell him how proud Harry would be of him in a sincere and believable way is daunting, to say the least.]
( and that promise doesn't do much to make her feel better about all of this, but it's as good a start as any. there's no use fretting over eggsy's mental state any further now that they've got something of a plan of attack. and roxy finds a little bit of comfort in the thought that maybe eggsy would open up to a superior, if not to her. he obviously respected merlin and had sought some sort of friendly reaffirmation from him, even while sloshed.
things would be alright, she tells herself. and casts around for her pleasantries and manners again. )
[Merlin just hums at her, focusing on eating because her thanks doesn't actually require a response from him. She doesn't need to thank him at all, but she certainly doesn't have to do it before he's even managed to speak to Eggsy about his issues.
Her small-talk gets him to look back at her, a slow smile curling his lips as his eyebrows crawl up his forehead. He's clearly fighting back something that could be close to a laugh.]
Thank you.
[He's quiet again for a moment before he inclines his head a little towards her and continues in a much gentler tone,] You don't have to stay, Roxy. I appreciate whatever magic you used to get Eggsy up and out the door, but I'm not going to force you to watch me eat breakfast.
( she opens her mouth, takes a quick breath, the sort that's supposed to be followed up with something fairly quickly and yet, hesitates. as much as she may feel like she's intruding, the second he offers her guilt free access to the door, roxy doesn't want to go at all.
there's a quick recovery from that awkward silence. )
He likes it when people touch his neck. ( and, alright, she might be divulging a bit too much about eggsy. but he was a safe topic — what'd brought them here in the first place — and merlin was their handler. throughout their careers, he'd probably be present for everything from nervous breakdowns to orgasms. there was no reason for him to not know everything about (eggsy) them when he would find out eventually. ) I think he carries a lot of tension there, and if you just pinch his spine he'll, ah, he's like a puppy, I guess. It's a good way to make him go to sleep or wake up.
( stalling? dawdling? who's stalling or dawdling??? )
...Now you know. In case anything like this happens again.
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oh, she whimpers briefly, and snuffs a little,going back to using her mug as a handwarmer until it cooled down further. )
I'm not worried about him, sir, ( roxy feels the need to clarify first and foremost — before trying to be casual about undermining her supposed lack of worry. ) But I don't think it would hurt to have that reiterated to him sometime. When he would remember it. It might save us all impromptu breakfasts like this in the future...
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Merlin has developed something of a callus in his throat over the past year from drinking far too much coffee, far too hot, and so it doesn't seem to bother him at all.]
Not that I don't appreciate your company, [he says when she finishes, giving her a look that makes it quite clear he doesn't believe her at all when she protests that she's not worried about her friend.] But I think it would be easier for all of us if it didn't come with...everything else.
I'll talk to him. [The prospect doesn't seem to thrill him, but then again, she should know by now that Merlin is not so great with talking about his feelings, and the idea of sitting a clearly distraught Eggsy down and trying to tell him how proud Harry would be of him in a sincere and believable way is daunting, to say the least.]
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( and that promise doesn't do much to make her feel better about all of this, but it's as good a start as any. there's no use fretting over eggsy's mental state any further now that they've got something of a plan of attack. and roxy finds a little bit of comfort in the thought that maybe eggsy would open up to a superior, if not to her. he obviously respected merlin and had sought some sort of friendly reaffirmation from him, even while sloshed.
things would be alright, she tells herself. and casts around for her pleasantries and manners again. )
You have a lovely home.
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Her small-talk gets him to look back at her, a slow smile curling his lips as his eyebrows crawl up his forehead. He's clearly fighting back something that could be close to a laugh.]
Thank you.
[He's quiet again for a moment before he inclines his head a little towards her and continues in a much gentler tone,] You don't have to stay, Roxy. I appreciate whatever magic you used to get Eggsy up and out the door, but I'm not going to force you to watch me eat breakfast.
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there's a quick recovery from that awkward silence. )
He likes it when people touch his neck. ( and, alright, she might be divulging a bit too much about eggsy. but he was a safe topic — what'd brought them here in the first place — and merlin was their handler. throughout their careers, he'd probably be present for everything from nervous breakdowns to orgasms. there was no reason for him to not know everything about (eggsy) them when he would find out eventually. ) I think he carries a lot of tension there, and if you just pinch his spine he'll, ah, he's like a puppy, I guess. It's a good way to make him go to sleep or wake up.
( stalling? dawdling? who's stalling or dawdling??? )
...Now you know. In case anything like this happens again.